Her hand lies within his, protection him from the cold autumn morning. They breathe small clouds into the icy air together, discovering new little wonders along the daily route. It seems as if the trees would lose their leaves just to roll out a carpet for them. It leads them to the place, at which they get to know each other again and again, every day.
The same crazy dance, the same joy of living, the same feeling as 35 years ago. She spins under his hands, his world revolves around her. His ears are full with her playful laughter, it warms him, it protects him from the cold autumn morning
With her, time loses its meaning, the clock hand loses its rhythms and makes an endless car trip so short, that every second becomes precious. She is so lively, she explodes all radio stations and loves the variety of the music so much that she can’t decide on one. He smiles, enjoying hey company, and together they drive into a cold autumn morning.
Music connects them, not just in the car but on a piano stool too, he feels drawn to the place to her right, which she leaves empty for him every time she plays. He joins her improvisations and together, in secret understanding they create a web of accords and harmonies, note by note. After a while he looks at her and switches to a more complex key. She smiles, recognizes her favorite musical piece and his silent declaration of love and thanks him by playing with him. Together they play through Chopin’s Second Piano Concerto, whose sad minor notes paint colors in the air, as grey as the cold autumn morning.
He sights quietly, his shoulders and his head won’t keep up against the overwhelming thoughts. Just escape from them for a little while, he thinks, just collect only a little energy which keeps him going every day after so many years. He inhales deeply, closes his eyes and loses himself in the cold autumn morning.
